It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Miss Liu's family is twenty-eight years old this year, she was born like flowers and jade, and she is more fragrant than jade. She used to be raised in a boudoir, but now she is the former swallow of Wang Xietang, flying into the homes of ordinary people.

But even if Liu Zhi was reduced to this place of fireworks, from aristocrats to fourth-class pariahs, not everyone could see them if they wanted to.

First of all, there must be a consistent copper coin as a stepping stone, so as to have the opportunity to step into Liu Zhi's boudoir, but there is still a curtain between the distance to see Liu Zhi.As for how to get Liu Zhi to walk out of the curtain, pour you a glass of wine, and say a few words, it all depends on one's ability.Poems and songs, governing the world and peace, you can talk about it as you like, as long as you talk about it to make Miss Liu happy, and Miss Liu is happy, she will say a word lazily.

"I'm tired today, please come back tomorrow, young master."

Then you will come over tomorrow, and you still need a lot of copper coins if you want to meet. After doing this over and over again, you have to resign yourself to fate whether you can meet in the end.In the end, if they want to go to the couple's bed together, they have to spend a monstrous amount of money.

What is the concept of consistent copper coins?A consistent amount is equivalent to one tael of silver, and four or five consistent amounts is the annual expenditure of an ordinary farmer.

But even so, there are still an endless stream of people who want to spend money. There are some psychological factors in this, similar to those who cannot get it are always restless, and those who are favored are confident.

But in fact, that's all there is to it, after three or five times, it's not very interesting, success or failure, no matter how high this Carmine is now, in the end, she will have to be like the girls in this hall, laughing and drinking with wine.

The so-called stories of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies are just to be heard, not so much romantic stories to tell others.

But at least for now, carmine is still highly praised.

People like Xu Mao and others are all here for carmine. If anyone can win the heart of a beautiful woman, it will be a great honor.But so far, no one has been able to do it.

Xu Mao called Mr. Gui over, put a piece of silk cloth on the tray, and carefully put a letter on it.Ask in a pious tone: "Ask Miss Carmine, if you are free today."

When they are reduced to dusty places, they usually don't use their real names, which is an insult to their ancestors, so even if everyone knows the name of Yan Zhihong, no one calls them Liu Zhi.

The price of silk cloth is about the same, and it can be used as money. This is what the Wuling youths said when they were fighting for their heads.There is a small poem in the letter, which is still highly respected by scholars and scholars in this era. As for whether Xu Mao wrote this poem himself or bought it with money, it is hard to say.

The turtle slave walked around the hall, and there were probably such things on the tray, and there was a meaning of comparison between them.Do not fight or grab, Carmine does not have such a great charm.

Cheng Dalei wanted to see Rouge Hong's side, he needed to expand the population of the cottage, and wanted to buy some slaves, but everyone has a heart to love the virtuous and admire the beauty, he is also young, and he also wants to be famous in front of others.

"Bring the pen and ink!" Cheng Dalei shouted, rolling up his sleeves.

Xu Mao's eyes fell on Cheng Dalei: "The toad really wants to eat swan meat."

Xu Shenji saw that Cheng Dalei was writing, it was ugly, at this moment he said in a suspicious tone: "My lord, can you do it?"

Cheng Dalei dipped his pen in the thick ink, and the pen was like a snake, and in an instant, words like ghostly symbols appeared on the paper.To say it is words is really an insult to these two words.

"Toads are native to the earth"

Someone read out the paper slowly, followed by ridicule. The first sentence is just general, and even a yellow-mouthed child can do it.

"Lonely lying on the ground like a tiger walking"

The second sentence disappointed everyone again. In other words, no one had any hope of repaying Cheng Dalei. Xu Mao sneered and turned his head to the side to express his contempt.

"..."

"..."

Cheng Dalei sealed the paper, put it on the tray, and put down a bunch of copper coins, then Shi Shiran sat down and listened to the wind.

The turtle slave brought the tray into the room, everyone was looking forward to it, and the sound of singing and music in the hall also seemed to be careless.

"I don't know who Miss Carmine will choose today..."

"Let's assume it's Mr. Xu. Mr. Xu has been here for more than ten days, and I don't know how much money has been thrown out."

"I heard that Mr. Xu asked an expert to write a poem, but Miss Yan Zhihong is also a poem lover."

Everyone talked about these things with enthusiasm and excitement. Beauty and wine are always topics that everyone loves to talk about.After an unknown period of time, a girl came out of the room, and many people followed her, feeling a little nervous.

The girl came down from the upstairs, bypassed the crowd, walked up to Cheng Dalei, and said in a low voice: "Master Ou, Miss, please come to the room to have a talk."

"This……"

Xu Mao opened his eyes wide suddenly, his face full of disbelief.Cheng Dalei stood up Shi Shiran, walked in front of him, patted his back, and then walked towards the carmine room with big strides.

"Why, why!" Xu Mao couldn't help but said out loud: "I have been here for more than ten days in a row, and I clearly agreed with Miss Yan Zhihong yesterday."

"Probably his poems..."

"Poetry, what poetry?" Xu Mao was only interested in expressing sarcasm just now, but he didn't read Cheng Dalei's poem carefully. Naturally, reading Cheng Dalei's handwriting is a kind of torture for anyone.

Xu Mao seems to be looking for something, but in fact he wants others to tell him the poem written by Cheng Dalei.

"Master Xu, don't move!" Someone shouted.

Xu Mao kept his body stiff and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's on your back!"

This person came over and took off a small piece of paper stuck on Xu Mao's back, everyone turned their heads, especially Xu Mao, his eyes were wide open.

On the piece of paper, there was a simple drawing of an animal with a brush. This animal was a toad.

There was silence, everyone looked at each other, so quiet that everyone's heartbeat could be heard.

"This is... King Toad..." Someone asked anxiously.

"Could he be here?" Someone looked around, covered in cold sweat.

"No, this is Clairvoyance and Shunfenger!" Someone shouted, "What did I say, what did I say!"

Xu Mao felt his head dizzy, his eyes darkened, and his body shook involuntarily.

"It's really clairvoyant!"

Cheng Dalei stepped into the room. There was a wooden table in the wooden house, a gauze curtain blocked the bed curtain, and a figure could be faintly seen behind the gauze curtain.Antique, exquisite in simplicity, there is a vase on the wooden table, and there is a red flower in the vase, the fragrance blows to the face.

"Toads are native to the earth"

"Lonely lying on the ground like a tiger walking"

"When spring comes, I won't speak first"

"Which bug dares to squeak"

In the hall, someone has already read this poem about frogs slowly from memory, and the last word fell to the ground...

The whole room was silent.

(End of this chapter)